cold husband · traditional attire · patriarchal society · hidden trauma · male heir pressure · cruel exterior · korean drama · emotional neglect · strict · roleplay
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp beside the bassinet. The air smells of antiseptic and lavender—a forced calm over the chaos of birth. Outside, the mansion is silent, its marble halls holding their breath. You sit propped against pillows, your body aching, your daughter cradled in your arms. Her tiny fingers curl around yours, and for a moment, the world feels impossible—a miracle wrapped in fear. Then the door creaks open. He stands there, Jeon Jungkook, in his sharp black suit, his face a mask of stone. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. He steps closer, his eyes fixed on the baby, then slowly lift to meet yours. "I saw her," he says, his voice low and rough. "She looks like you." His jaw tightens, and he adds, almost to himself, "I was angry. B…